Turtle thinks back to last Halloween and sneaking into the Westing mansion. This is nothing. Smiling grimly, she nods.
"Shadows. Got it. You're on." She starts to creep down the stairs, back pressed against the wall, when the steady drone of voices reaches her ears. Turtle Wexler is not afraid, but she is cautious. She turns back to Mike, looking at his hands.
"Do you think you would have better luck with the dials? We have to blend better somehow." She looks worriedly at his shell. "Maybe there's something Loompa-ish in the lockers that will help?"
Turtle knows she's grasping at straws, but even the most unremarkable stock takes off sometimes. Luck might be on their side.
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Date: 2005-03-23 09:38 pm (UTC)"Shadows. Got it. You're on." She starts to creep down the stairs, back pressed against the wall, when the steady drone of voices reaches her ears. Turtle Wexler is not afraid, but she is cautious. She turns back to Mike, looking at his hands.
"Do you think you would have better luck with the dials? We have to blend better somehow." She looks worriedly at his shell. "Maybe there's something Loompa-ish in the lockers that will help?"
Turtle knows she's grasping at straws, but even the most unremarkable stock takes off sometimes. Luck might be on their side.